Like A Butterfly

When Age has conquered and Time is king, It seems each day is like a day of waiting, Waiting for that moment between Life and Death, Into that unknown that we have not seen yet. As defined as the Day,sure in its coming - So is Death in our lives,a set time for going. I wish I could go quietly when I die, Softly without sound as a pretty butterfly. Forgiven and forgiving, into eternal peace, Unchained of human burdens, oh what a release! Free at last from the pain and gnawing regret, I will open that door, unafraid of Death! Cynthia Buhain-Baello ~~~~04.27.18